Becoming a saint begins with apprenticing under the last martial arts champion.

Lu Changqing's not-so-strong heart began to pound uncontrollably at this moment.

A feeling called "passion" is flowing through my heart!

Win...First place in Hong Kong!

Although we now have foreign guns and cannons.

However, under Western gun control laws, only a minority of people are ultimately allowed to possess them.

Whether it's a gang or a private competition for strength, it's all part of the power struggle.

"Kung Fu," "fist and foot techniques," and "martial arts school" are hurdles that anyone who wants to make a name for themselves cannot bypass.

During the turbulent Republic of China era, Hong Kong was a relatively stable haven.

People are smuggling themselves in every day.

The number of people is far more than several hundred thousand.

Among them, there are countless skilled martial artists!

Liubai Exit is the first in the port city...

That's incredibly arrogant!

But he could sense that Liu Bai wasn't faking it!

In an instant, the idea popped into Lu Changqing's mind.

Regardless of whether or not they will compete for the title of number one in Hong Kong.

He has acquired the skill.

First, deal with the person who's been following me, trying to knock me out!

I just don't know where they come from...

"Thank you so much, Master Liu!"

Lu Changqing bowed deeply, but before he could do anything, Liu Bai stretched out his leg to block Lu Changqing, supporting his knee with his toes and lifting him up.

Liu Bai shook his head and said, "Just as you said, an iron fan in exchange for an opportunity."

"My lineage is too great, and the burden on my shoulders is too heavy."

"I can't take you in, and I'm not capable of taking you in."

Having said that, he didn't offer any further explanation, but instead asked, "Do you have any silver dollars on you?"

Lu Changqing didn't press the matter further, since the other party had already said it twice.

He nodded and said, "There's more."

Liu Bai: "How much is left?"

Lu Changqing took out all the silver dollars from his pocket: "Thirty."

Liu Bai took it. "It's alright, enough for a few days of practice."

He looked up at the dusky sky and the fiery clouds, "It's too late."

"Tomorrow."

I'll come see you tomorrow.

"Where are you staying?"

Lu Changqing: "Pig Cage Alley".

Upon hearing this, Liu Bai's eyebrows twitched slightly.

...

...

West of the port city, further west.

Lu Changqing walked to a place where even the gravel road had broken into a dirt road.

Looking up, there was a low wall surrounding the area, with an iron gate in the middle standing in the middle of a desolate, dusty place.

There are four iron plates with yellow backgrounds and red lettering on them.

"Pig Cage Alley".

It's called a walled city, but it's actually just three old tenement buildings connected together.

After the martial arts school was sold, Lu Changqing moved here.

The dirty and chaotic environment is completely tolerable compared to the low price.

As you enter the gate, several boys around eight or nine years old run past carrying balls, followed by even younger children with runny noses, carrying windmills and rattles.

Go further in.

Above the entrance of the shops, decorated in the style of an old-fashioned Chinese building, hang various plaques.

Lu Changqing passed by a grain store, "Tailong Rice and Oil Grain Store".

A lean man, dressed in shorts and a tattered shirt, walked briskly past him, carrying a stack of sacks several meters high, leaving a trail of sweaty smells.

Even extraordinary people have tragic fates.

The man carrying the things looked somewhat wooden.

After brushing past Lu Changqing, he stopped and turned to look at Lu Changqing's back.

A hint of nostalgia and regret for his old friend, as well as pity for Lu Changqing, flashed in his eyes.

...

The stench of sweat from his nose hadn't yet dissipated when Lu Changqing passed another tailor shop, where the pungent smell of cheap perfume wafted out.

The two smells clashed, and Lu Changqing's throat became itchy, causing him to cough repeatedly.

A quick glance inside revealed an effeminate old man with slicked-back hair taking measurements of several middle-aged women.

My heart was moved.

Through the glass, the slick-haired old man with the delicate pinky finger gesture and wearing overalls turned to meet Lu Changqing's gaze, paused for a moment, then broke into a bright smile and shouted loudly.

"Young man, would you like a suit?"

Lu Changqing smiled and politely declined, waving his hand and indicating that he would come again later.

...

When they got downstairs, at a food stall selling porridge and noodles, the owner, covered in white flour and rolling out dough, smiled when he saw Lu Changqing.

"Changqing, you're back!"

"Here are the last two fried dough sticks for you, take them."

Lu Changqing smiled and responded, took out a banknote, placed it on the table, and then took some oil paper to wrap the fried dough stick. "Thank you, Uncle Gui."

Lu Changqing really likes to eat at this restaurant.

Because the kind-faced man in front of me, who always had a smile on his face, was very dedicated to his work.

The shop's dozen or so wooden sticks of varying lengths and thicknesses serve as proof.

The other party uses different sticks to make noodles and knead dough, emphasizing a particular technique.

And... majors.

After a brief chat, Lu Changqing went upstairs.

Turn right on the third floor, and the rooms are all very close together.

The soundproofing was poor; Lu Changqing could hear laughter, cursing, mahjong games, and other sounds coming from every house he visited.

He stopped at the end of the corridor.

As soon as he took out his key, he realized with a start that the door he had locked had been pried open!

Instantly, alarm bells rang in Lu Changqing's mind, and the image of the man who had been following him flashed through his mind!

The other party came to his house?

"Oh, Xiaoqing's back?"

Perhaps hearing the noise, the door to the next room was opened, and a woman came out.

She had a cigarette dangling from her lips, bright red lips, her hair piled up, and she wore a faded blue cheongsam with the slit wide open, revealing glimpses of her tanned thighs.

The only downsides are that her skin looks a bit old, and she also looks a bit weathered.

Most people leave early and return late.

Lu Changqing knew that Cui Zhen, who was standing in front of him, always came home early and left late.

"Sister Zhen," Lu Changqing greeted her with a smile, "You look even more beautiful today with this makeup."

Cui Zhen raised an eyebrow, and couldn't help but curl her lips, which were dangling from her cigarette: "Your mouth is still so sweet."

As she spoke, she took out two silver dollars from her bosom and handed over a cloth bag, saying, "Here are the tuition fees for the young ladies and gentlemen."

"This is a new assignment to be done."

As she handed over the items, Cui Zhen couldn't help but touch Lu Changqing's hand, her eyes filled with a hint of allure and a touch of emotion.

"Tsk, you're not bad looking, and you're smart too, but it's a pity about your sickly body."

Lu Changqing didn't care about being rubbed in.

After all, he could recognize the men and women who needed help with their homework and studies, and they all relied on Cui Zhen.

This is one of the benefits he received after awakening his innate wisdom.

Whether it's copying texts or doing math, he can do it all for you.

Those young masters and ladies are really generous with money.

This can also be considered one source of income.

If it's not redeeming the fan, it will cost some money.

With his current understanding and knowledge, he can manage to avoid living in poverty.

Of course, Choi Jin must have taken a portion of it as well.

After exchanging a few words, Lu Changqing asked, "Sister Zhen."

"Has anyone been to my house?"

His apartment is at the very bottom of the building, and apart from the landlady occasionally coming to check the cleanliness, no one usually comes over.

It was definitely not a coincidence that the lock on the door was pried open.

When this topic came up, Cui Zhen's originally playful and provocative expression became unnatural, and she stammered.

Under Lu Changqing's gaze, Cui Zhen finally approached him, bringing with her the scent of cheap perfume, and said in a low voice:

"Wang Laizi came by this afternoon and even broke your lock..."

Lu Changqing's eyes flickered. "Wang Laizi?"

Cui Zhen nodded: "It's him, there's no doubt about it. I've been seeing him at the nightclub lately, hanging out with the Tiger Head Gang."

He didn't recognize the Tiger Head Gang or Wang Laizi at all.

But for now, the good thing is...

The debtor has been found!

If I'm not mistaken, Wang Laizi is most likely the same person who ambushed him a few days ago and followed him this afternoon.

Lu Changqing: "Sister Zhen, who is Wang Laizi? Where does he live?"

Cui Zhen opened her mouth to reply, "It's in our village, I live over there..."

Look in the direction Cui Zhen is pointing.

On the fourth floor of the building to the west, a man with an ordinary appearance but a somewhat fierce look in his eyes was crouching against the wall, watching them with a faint smile.

Cui Zhen was startled, her expression changed instantly, and then she walked towards home.

But in the end, she still closed the door slightly and, with concern, gave him these words of advice:

"Xiaoqing, listen to your sister. If all else fails, take some silver dollars to buy some good cigarettes, deliver them to her door, and apologize."

"I know you young people care about your pride, but... the Tiger Head Gang is not to be trifled with... it's better than losing your life."

Lu Changqing looked away, then at the frightened Cui Zhen, and smiled, "I understand, thank you, Sister Zhen."

After saying that, Cui Zhen closed the door.

Lu Changqing looked up and gazed at Wang Laizi on the fourth floor once more.

The other person, looking down at him, didn't avoid his gaze. Instead, he grinned and gently tapped his own head with his right hand.

Upon seeing this, Lu Changqing's eyes turned cold, but he still managed to smile at him.

Without making many gestures or expressions, he simply turned and went inside, closing the door behind him.

Practice martial arts, and then take care of this guy as soon as possible...